I HATE YOU PAGE 234

Frank "Big Baby" Malone poses in his finest wardrobe. Oddly enough, it's what he also wore to his own funeral, which I attended and picketed. I wanted to make a sign that said "SEE YOU IN HELL, BIG BABY" but I didn't have any markers so I just stole a sign that said "GORE / BUSH" or something and turned it upside down and started shouting "I LIKE IKE" and then I threw up and fell down a hill and bam, suddenly I'm a goddamn murder suspect, this town is a hellhole, fuck all of you to hell and back.

Mitch Palunta's got something large and hairy between his legs, but unfortunately it's his wife, the Abominable Nipple Whip.

GET OFF MY COMPUTER SCREEN YOU GODDAMN POLICE PHOTO

"ARRRRRRRR, WALK ME PLANK, LANDLARDER."

These braindead slagwhores were crouching around my bushes and having a party and making a shitload of noise so I shot out the support beams holding up their deck and then finished the job by selling their house to a Chinese couple who smelled like a smokestack.

Oh hello, it is Fuckmaster MC Shitty White Clownhorse Ass Jacket Pubic Face getting ready to wipe his face oil all over the red light district in Appleton City. Go back to the Salivation Army you colorblind Martian shitbot.